User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-26024035-20160423181424/@comment-3135907-20160430022505

One of them, a weasel and apparently the one in charge, jumped back as the hook thrummed, swishing just centimeters from his face. He grinned and motioned to his comrades, who chuckled and fanned out in a semicircle around Raggs, spread out far enough that he couldn't keep them all in his range of vision at once. Then the weasel drew out his long whip and ducked in right after the length of chain had just passed him, leaving the largest possible window of time (for Raggs to rewind and throw again), and lashed out with his whip, intending to coil it around Raggs' footpaw and destabilize the ferret.

In the same moment, a rat and a fox jumped at him with their whips, breath tense and eyes wide.